Guild Wars 2

Ahoy mates! We down at the ol’ Lute are lookin’ fer some rough-n’-tumble guys and gals to fill our ranks! Fat Lute Tavern be the name, and we be a bright shiny new guild on Sorrow’s Furnace!

We’re a fun-lovin’ group of people who’re just lookin’ ta have ourselves a good time as we progress through our adventures in the wonderful world of Tyria!

We be small in number as of now, but we got more heart, and more gristle than your average guild, I be sayin’ it true! We are interested in all of the many ways to pass the time: Adventurin’, sPvP, WvW, Dungeons, and even just havin’ a tasty ol’ brew and watching the beautiful terrain of Tyria just roll on by!

So, if ye be interested in joinin’ up with a group of fun, laid back adventurers like we be, come on by the Lute! Pull up a stool and take a swig o’ grog! Put yer feet up, roll yerself a smoke, and maybe stick around a while!

If this sounds like yer cup o’ ale just whisper Maugrymm, Roland Karloseth, Ryloc Arcanum or Rajibad in game, and they’ll invite ya fer sure! Or you could always send me, the proud owner of this fine establishment, mail at Captain Maugrymm.1753!

Hope to see you all there lads! And remember, always do it fer the Lute!

Greetings, adventurers! My name is Sir Roland Karloseth, and I just happen to be one of the bartenders for this fine establishment. Here at Fat Lute Tavern, we welcome all kinds of people that happen to walk through the front door. Err… most kinds. Excuse me for a moment.

There is a moment of silence as Roland slowly reaches beneath the counter and grabs his rifle. Once the finely crafted Krytan Rifle is firmly in his grasp, he yells out to the newcomer as he walks around the bar counter.

“Hey! No centaurs allowed! I just fixed up these floors after your last group thought it’d be a good idea to stampede through the place! Get out of here before I make you get out!”

The centaur laughed and stomped his hoof at this, scuffing one of the newly replaced floorboards. “You? Make me? I’d love to see you try with that puny rifle. I bet the sound won’t even draw the Seraph!”

Roland doesn’t respond vocally, he doesn’t need to. Instead, he Bull Charges straight at the centaur and squeezes off a couple shots as the horse beast lays on the ground. Once it got back up, Roland smacks the beast with the butt of his rifle, sending it reeling backwards through the door. At this point, the creature gave in and trotted away, yelling insults back over his shoulder at the warrior who liked to pour drinks in his downtime. As soon as Roland was sure the centaur was gone, he walked back behind the counter and replaced the rifle.

Anyway, now that that is over… As I was saying, we welcome most kinds. Charr, Sylvari, Asura, Human, Norn… All are welcome. Especially the Norn, they usually make for some good business. And have you seen those guys dance? I don’t know what kind of weird dance instructor they had, but once they pour a few rounds down in their faces, they just go at it! Quite funny to see, actually…

Anyway, I seem to be rambling. As the owner has previously said, We are pretty small in numbers right now. We intend to be focusing on all kinds of different things throughout Tyria: Storylines, dungeons, structured PvP, World vs. World, crafting professions, jumping puzzles, all that kind of stuff. Mainly we’re just a friendly group of people that are interested in meeting other friendly people.

You may message the owner or myself for an invitation anytime we are in game. Mail also works beautifully, as well as a simple response in this thread. Show us you’re interested and we can make it happen. Hope to see you soon!